To begin at the beginning

"It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched courters' and rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloe-black, slow, black, crow-black, fishing-boat bobbing sea."


Dylan Thomas

Ok, so it's Summer and it's more like 2.30 on a blazing hot sunny afternoon than moonless night but the sights and sounds that surround me are the same as those that the poet himself would have enjoyed 60 years ago (or so the part-time writer, part-time chef at Dylan Thomas' Boathouse assured me).  The picture shows the writing shed, just above the Boathouse where Thomas lived, overlooking the Taf estuary, in the picturesque village of Laugharne, West Wales.  A perfect place to emulate the poet's poetic practice and "gob on a gull".